Chapter 531 House Elf Rights Promotion Association

"You three are here!" Seeing Harry and the others, Hermione's eyes lit up, "I'm done!"

"Just in time, we're done too!" Ron said triumphantly, throwing down the quill.

Hermione sat down, put the things in her hand on an empty chair, and pulled the prophecy written by Ivan to her front.

"You've had a rough month, haven't you?" she said sarcastically, with Crookshanks curled up in her lap.

"You know, this is dealing with Professor Trelawney!" Ivan said, looking at the box Hermione brought back.

Compared with Harry and Ron, the tragic prophecies he wrote were more subtle and less tragic.

"No matter what happens, at least we've been forewarned," said Ron, yawning.

Hermione put down Ivan's prophecy, and took Ron's share.

"A good warning indeed. You seem to be drowning twice."

"Really?" said Ron, looking down quickly at his prophecy. "I'd better change one of them to be trampled to death by a rampaging hippogriff."

"Isn't it obvious at a glance that you made this up out of thin air?" Hermione said.

"How dare you say that!" said Ron, pretending to be angry. "We've been up here all night, working like house elves!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Ron disapprovingly.

"Sorry for the poor wording," Ron said quickly.

Harry also put down his quill, having just completed his final prophecy that he would be beheaded at the end of the month.

"Hermione, what's in the box?" Ivan asked hurriedly, pointing to the box.

He felt that it would be best for Hermione not to continue talking about their three Divination homework.

"I was just about to tell you that this is something I've worked so hard to prepare this week, and we're going to do something for the house elves." Hermione said with a smile.

She lifted the lid off the box and showed them what was inside.

The box contained about fifty badges, in different colors, all bearing the same letter: S.P.E.W.

"Vomit?" Harry picked up a badge, looked at it carefully, and asked suspiciously, "What does this mean?"

"It's not vomiting," Hermione explained impatiently. "It's S-P-E-W, which stands for Society for the Advancement of House-Elf Rights."

"Never heard of it," said Ron.

"Neither have I!" Harry added.

Ai Wen didn't speak, he knew what was going on, it seemed that Hermione was not satisfied with writing articles for the newspaper.

Like she keeps saying, actually do something for the house-elves, and that's what she meant.

"Of course you haven't heard of it," said Hermione crisply, "because I just started it."

"Ah?" Ron dragged his voice and asked slightly surprised, "How many members do you have?"

"Well, if three of you join, there will be four," said Hermione.

"Join?! You think we'd like to walk around wearing a badge that says vomit?" said Ron.

"It's S-P-E-W!" said Hermione angrily, "I was going to title the Campaign to Stop Cruelty and Improve the Legal Status of Our Fantastic Beast Friends, but that didn't quite fit, so I took that as the title of our Society's manifesto. "

She waved at them the roll of parchment, covered with words.

"It's our specific charter, and I've been digging into it in the library. Elf slavery goes back centuries, and I can't believe that nothing has been done about it."

"Hermione, listen up!" Ron said loudly immediately, "They like this, they like being other people's slaves!"

"Our short-term goal!" said Hermione, rising from her chair, louder than Ron, as if she hadn't heard Ron at all, "is to make sure house-elves are paid fair wages and good working conditions." , our long-term goals include changing the law against the use of wands and also trying to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Creatures, because it is appalling how underrepresented the interests of elves are."

"Don't get excited, Hermione!" Ivan quickly asked her to sit down.

Hermione looked annoyed, still staring at Ron disapprovingly, and Ron looked unhappy.

"Well, how can we do this?" Harry asked softly.

"First, we need membership," said Hermione emotionally. "I think participants pay two Sickles to buy badges, and the proceeds go toward printing and distributing leaflets. You're the Treasurer, Ron , I prepared a piggy bank for you upstairs. Harry, you are the secretary, and you need to write down everything I say now as a record of our first meeting. As for Alvin, I think You are suitable to be the president, because you are well-known in the magic world, which is good for our publicity, and you also have to deal with the Ministry of Magic. And I am the vice president of the Promotion Association, mainly responsible for all daily affairs, that's all."

For a while, no one spoke, and Hermione looked at the three of them happily.

Ivan frowned and stared at the articles of association written by Hermione. It seemed that Hermione had indeed searched a lot of information.

Ron stared at Hermione in surprise, his eyes bulged slightly, and he forgot to close his mouth.

Harry sat there annoyed by Hermione's behavior and amused by the look on Ron's face.

A moment passed, and there was a silence, a moment of calm before the storm.

"I'm not going!" Ron said directly, pushing away the badge in front of him.

"Ron?!" Hermione raised her eyebrows again, "We're saving the house elves."

"As I said, they like this, they like to be other people's slaves!" Ron said loudly stubbornly, "I don't want to follow you into the kitchen and mobilize them to stop working. I will never do that."

"No one likes to be a slave. It's extremely unfair to house-elves," said Hermione. "Whether wizards or house-elves, everyone is born equal. Wizards cannot build their magical civilization on the basis of the opposite." Above and beyond the efforts and exploitation of the house-elves, we must stop this phenomenon."

"You don't know anything about house-elves, Hermione!" said Ron. "Don't you convince me to join in your puke tricks."

"It's not a trick, it's not vomiting, it's house elf rights..."

Before Hermione finished speaking, Ron stood up from the chair and shouted with the loudest voice, "In my opinion, even if I vomit, I don't want to be like a fool with this badge hanging on my chest, and I'll be killed." others laughed at."

The two breathed and looked at each other, Ron's face was flushed, even the tips of his ears were red.

Then, he roughly picked up his prophecy homework and the quill and rushed back into the bedroom, and the sound of closing the door was exceptionally loud.

"Don't blame Ron, he's been under too much pressure lately, and made another night of miserable prophecies here!" said Harry.

He winked at Ivan, and hurried back to the bedroom to persuade Ron. (To be continued.)